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Without my spirituality (or lack thereof) I wouldn't be as far as I am today, yet I am very afraid to go to a sitting now, but my heart is yearning to do this. When I was 16 I started to get myself into Buddhism but for the wrong reasons. Well actually, some good, I liked the meditation and the quotes made some sense but I was really ignorant. I ended up getting a prayer wheel tattooed on my back and a koi tattooed on my side. It wasn't until I heard the chants of Buddhists for the first time two years ago that I felt I knew I had to go about it the right way when I was ready. I'm a little embarrassed and intimidated. What do you think?
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Just do it! :om:
There is a wonderful story from the Lotus Sutra -- it superficially resembles the Christian parable of the prodigal son.
A summary of the story: "A person had left his rich father to another country for many years. He was very poor and worked as a labourer. His father tried to find his son, and wished to make him heir to his wealth. The poor son unexpectedly arrived at his father's house. He was frightened by his father's power and wealth. He regretted and ran away. However, his father recognized his poor son, and sent servants to help him and requested him to join them in sweeping the dung, but with fairly high pay. Although his father felt pity, he encouraged his poor son to stay at his home and work for him with no more worries. However, the poor son still referred to himself as a lowly worker, and kept on sweeping the dung for twenty years. Building trust to each other, the father then asked his son to take charge of managing treasures. However, his son was unable to let go of his lowly thoughts. Later, the father knew that his son had grown more relaxed. He announced to everybody that there was my son, who would succeed all his treasures after his death. His son was rejoiced greatly."
http://www.buddhistdoor.com/oldweb/bdoor/0112/sources/lotus7_p2.htm
Seeds are always planted in the ground
but they never sprout until they have been blessed
by sufficient rain
and by the warmth of the sun.
Please do not feel the least bit embarrassed nor intimidated,
and certainly not ashamed!
It is only in retrospect that any of us ever sees
that even the rain that fell on us
was also a blessing.